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September '77Port Elizabeth weather fineIt was business as usualIn police room 619Oh Biko, Biko, because BikoOh Biko, Biko, because BikoHiromija, HiromijaThe man is dead, the man is deadWhen I try to sleep at nightI can only dream in redThe outside world is black and whiteWith only one colour deadOh Biko, Biko, because BikoOh Biko, Biko, because BikoHiromija, HiromijaThe man is dead, the man is dead

You can blow out a candleBut you can never blow out a fireOnce the flames begin to catchThe wind will blow it higherOh Biko, Biko, because BikoOh Biko, Biko, because BikoHiromija, HiromijaThe man is dead, the man is dead

And the eyes of the world are watching you nowThey're watching you now, watching you nowWatching you now, watching you nowThey're watching you nowYou gotta waken up, you gotta face upI think you gotta open up

The eyes of the world are watching you nowYou gotta waken up, you gotta face upYou know you can never turn awayNever turn away